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Prisoner of War	By : horrorgal Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 57808 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 22

"That didn't go like I thought it would," Isshin said as he held a hand over the deep gash in his arm.

"Tosen isn't stupid, and he is going to be more cautious now," Urahara said and waved Hanataro over to begin healing his injured friend.

Isshin sat back, only because Urahara pushed him to do so. He wiped blood off his forehead where Tosen's blade had sliced him. If he had been a second slower, the top of his head would have been cut clean off. He had been injured much worse on many occasions, and he knew he could have kept fighting, but Urahara had followed him when he had left to find Tosen himself. He had interfered in their battle and forced a retreat that they almost didn't succeed in. He sat quietly, letting the small shinigami do his job healing his injuries, all the while looking at Grimmjow who sat across the other side of the small fire they were gathered around. If he hadn't spoken alone with the espada, maybe he would have never went on his lone mission to capture Tosen. Capture had not been at the front part of his mind though. It was Tosen's death he had sought.

His anger over the relationship Grimmjow had with his son had dimmed a little as they had all sat together and discussed the best way to trap Tosen. Grimmjow was to be the bait, but they had to know they could bind the ex-shinigami with a kido that would be powerful enough. They had all agreed that several would have to be used to hold him. Then there was the task of keeping him trapped and Urahara pulling enough reiatsu from Tosen's body to use in the portable gigai. The entirety of the plan would be time consuming, and even then they were not sure that it would work. Several of the shinigami suggested they just do a full on attack of Las Noches, but that would be suicide without their zanpakuto, even with any aid from the espada that Grimmjow said were now against Aizen. It would also defeat the purpose of the mission.

Isshin had taken Grimmjow aside after that to talk more closely about what had been going on inside Las Noches over the last few years. The espada had been reluctant to speak at first, his hesitation not caused by secrecy, but the need to soften the blow to a father who was trying desperately to save his son. Isshin had kept pushing though, demanding that he be told everything. He needed to know what Ichigo had endured at Aizen's hands, be it torture or mental attack. Was Ichigo the same after years as a captive, or was he just a shell that looked like his son and nothing more? That thought was with him every day he woke, and every night he lay to get a fitful sleep that was filled with dreams of the past, and nightmarish visions of the present.

After enough pushing, Grimmjow told him everything, the anger on his face reflecting the growing hate inside Isshin with every word he spoke. He had never imagined that was what Aizen had wanted his son for. Day by day, using him as his own personal sex slave. His emotions were turbulent as he listened, going from shock, to disgust and sadness, then all he knew was the consuming rage that took over. His reiatsu heightened like fuel being added to an already raging fire that was sure to burn out of control. He wanted to take it out on someone, and the closest target he could get to was Tosen. One of Aizen's men. The bastard was just as guilty for his son's pain and humiliation. He left soon after that, assuring Grimmjow that he was just going to do some scouting to get an idea where Tosen might be. He should have known then by the look on Grimmjow's face that he was going to mention his quick departure to Urahara. In hindsight, it was probably best that he had.

The battle that Urahara had come upon was violent and the sand beneath their feet was like a sponge soaking up their blood. Isshin, too engaged in the fight, did not care about Urahara's arrival. He just kept attacking and blocking, letting his emotions guide his blade. By then they were both injured badly. Even Tosen's regeneration had slowed, but he had that slight advantage over Isshin and it slowly become a one-sided battle. When Urahara could no longer just stand aside and watch, he engaged, throwing another invention of his that resembled a grenade. The blast distorted their reiatsu enough to confuse Tosen, and before Isshin could even speak he was quickly being carried away and down below, back into the deep tunnels of their underground sanctuary. Isshin was aware enough to see he was being carried in a different direction. Their large party and moved into another area again while he was away after revenge.

Now he sat taking the brunt of Urahara's stare as his body slowly healed under Hanataro's attention. Renji and Rukia sat a few feet away, whispering to one another, and Chad just watched the fire in intense silence. Grimmjow was now pacing, his own need to get back to Ichigo consuming him. Isshin realized now that he could not hate the espada for loving his son to such a degree. From a father's viewpoint, he was still concerned his son was in love with a man, but who was he to judge on his son's feelings? He looked down and wondered if he had ruined their plans to capture Tosen with his hasty attack.

"Why did you go after him on your own?" Urahara finally asked.

"I let my anger get the better of me. I'm sorry."

"It's not like you at all."

"Well, after hearing what Ichigo has gone through, it was all I could do."

"I won't ask what caused you to go after him. Grimmjow would not explain what you two had been discussing."

"It's private."

"I get that," Urahara said.

"I was angry."

"I get that too." Urahara smirked.

"Do you really? Can you understand a father's emotions?"

Urahara looked to the others close by and waved them off, including Hanataro who started to protest that he was not done healing Isshin's injuries. They all left the small corner, Grimmjow looking to them before he followed. Urahara tossed a few more pieces of dry wood on the small fire, doing the task in silence. Isshin watched the flames rise, listening to the small pops as the fire danced over the fresh wood. He thought again of his son and wondered if the strong young man he was had changed. Something like that could changed anyone. It was a hard fact, and there were only two choices he could see. Ichigo had either gotten stronger, or weakened like this wood burning away into nothing but ashes. Grimmjow had said Ichigo was still determined, but he had to see his son himself to really know. There was always that thought at the back of his mind. Did Ichigo hate him?

"I couldn't blame him if he did," Isshin said.

"What?"

Isshin looked up at Urahara. "Ichigo. I wonder if he hates me for all that has happened."

"Hm, that's a tough one." Urahara sat with a knee up, resting his arm on it. "He might."

"You're a real help." Isshin picked up small branch to poke at the fire.

"I won't sugar coat it, Isshin. It was your choice to keep your identity from your son for as long as you did." He watched him stab angrily at the charred wood. "If he does hate you, at least you'll have the chance to try making it up to him. You have your daughters with you. They are not angry with you that I can tell."

"Yeah." Isshin's eyes soften at the mention of them.

"You even have Nel now. Your little adopted daughter."

"Not so little all the time."

"No." Urahara chuckled. "But you get my point. You have more than you might think right now." Urahara brought his other knee up and rested his chin on them, looking into the center of the fire. "Tessai, Ururu, Jinta and...Yoruichi. I lost them all, Isshin. I thought that Ururu and Jinta would be safe enough with Tessai. And Yoruichi. She died in front of me, Isshin. I loved that woman."

Isshin's breath stopped a moment when he heard Urahara's voice crack with those last few words. It was easy to tell his feeling for Yoruichi, it always had been, but Isshin had never heard him say it. He looked over at him seeing how the fire reflected the pain in his eyes that were glassy. There was a wall there, refusing to let any tears spill. Isshin knew that kind of pain. When Masaki died, it had nearly broken him. Yet, he was able to be strong for the children. All those years Ichigo had blamed himself. There was another check on the bad father list he mentally added.

"I'm sorry, Urahara. Now I feel like a selfish ass."

"You should." Urahara said low with a small smirk.

"You don't pull any punches."

"Nope." He turned to Isshin, his eyes already back to normal like he hadn't just been thinking of his lost lover. "I need to know that you can do this, Isshin. Can you be cool headed enough to go with the plan, or will you snap again?"

"I can do this." Isshin looked him in the eyes. "Besides, I really want to take it all out on Aizen, but we have to make it there first."

"There is a line of us for that, my friend."

"As long as I get to be first in line."

"I think you've earned that." Urahara stood. "Now, lets get everyone back in here to get this plan worked out so we can get you there."

~*~

Ichigo looked at the sphere Aizen brought him to, watching it, unable to understand what he was seeing. At first it was just swirls of color and light intertwined. It looked like a over-sized fancy snow globe, but instead of water, fake snow and tiny plastic figures, it was filled with magnificent energy. Aizen was silent beside him, letting him observe the glass to see if he could figure it out on his own. It was hypnotic; the way the patterns moved inside the curve of the ball. His hand slowly started to rise to touch the surface. He stopped just short of making contact.

"Go ahead. Touch it."

Ichigo looked to him when he spoke, seeing the light from the globe dancing in Aizen's eyes. He looked back to the surface, fingers twitching like they might get burned if he tried. Such a simple thing shouldn't make him nervous, but it did. There was something wrong about this beautiful thing Aizen was sharing with him. For all he knew it was some kind of weapon that would trigger if he did indeed touch it. Nothing that would harm him, but something that would hurt others. Everything inside of him felt that was what part of this sphere was.

"What are you waiting for?" Aizen moved behind him, hand coming around to take his wrist. "Touch it," he said against his ear and guided Ichigo's hand forward, but he jerked his hand back. "Why are you being so tense? You act as if you'll be trapped inside if you do."

"Will I be?" Ichigo asked as he turned his head to meet Aizen's eyes, intimately close.

"Don't be ridiculous. What purpose would it serve me to trap my lover in a globe?" Aizen chuckled. "Though, that would be a nice trap for enemies."

"Aizen."

"Oh, don't give me that judgmental look. You should know how I think by now."

"Yeah." Ichigo looked back at the sphere. Sometimes he just wished Aizen was more straight forward instead of using the surprise tactics.

"Touch it," Aizen urged again, pressing closer against his back this time.

Ichigo gave the smooth glass another suspicious stare, then gave in and ran his fingers over the cool surface. He felt a soft tingling in his fingers and the globe warmed almost instantly to his caress. He gasped when the smoke and light inside parted for him like a curtain. The view was of a perfect blue sky and a afternoon sun hovering high above. The view dipped earthbound and he could see a town with shops and houses. He wanted to have a closer look and the view zoomed in like the globe was reading his thoughts. There were people walking, riding bikes, talking and laughing. All of them going on about their daily lives. Nostalgia was the first thing he felt as he watched the view that was much like the normal life he had. Not so normal when he was a substitute shinigami, but it was still something he longed for.

"What is this, Aizen?" he asked, unable to look away from the scene the sphere was showing him.

"This is a view of but one world. You'd probably be surprised at the number. In truth, it's infinite."

"Aizen, don't tell me you plan to attack these worlds."

"Ichigo, must you ask? Of course I plan to."

"Dammit!" Ichigo jerked his hand away from the sphere and stepped away from Aizen. The fog and lights returned as soon as contact was broken. "Why? What would be the purpose of it?!"

"I expected this reaction. Really I did."

"Answer me!"

"I do love that you have the balls to be so demanding with me," he said as he steadily moved toward Ichigo. "You must understand that I cannot remain satisfied as things are."

"You did what you wanted. You destroyed it all. You took control and made your place here as leader. You took...me."

Aizen grabbed for him when he went to move away again, getting hold of his wrist. His hold was quickly disengaged when Ichigo jerked his arm hard, the frown on his face almost a sneer. Aizen's eyes grew cold, but he was enjoying this immensely. Yes, the fire was there. That spark he couldn't seem to get enough of radiated off of his lover. Ichigo cursed when he lunged for him again, and a fist flew, connecting to Aizen's jaw. He groaned, eyes alight with lust as he turned his head back to look at him. The young man looked savage, his teeth clamped together, his fists up and ready for another blow. His eyes were cold with anger, and so strong, without a sliver of fear. It was enough to make Aizen's body scream with need for him.

Aizen lunged again. Ichigo nearly avoided him, but Aizen was able to catch his feint attack in a attempt to put more distance between them. He gripped Ichigo's jacket and twisted, the motion sending them both tumbling to the floor. Ichigo brought a knee up and rolled, throwing Aizen's body over hard enough to send him flying into a chair. Aizen threw out a kick to trip Ichigo up as he tried to stand, and he landed hard on his back with a loud grunt. Quickly he crawled over to cover Ichigo's body with his own, but a boot to his face made his head fly back and away from what he wanted. He saw stars for a moment and he blinked the pain away, feeling the gush of blood from his nose. He looked in time to see Ichigo struggling up off the floor to head for the sphere with a determined expression.

Aizen grinned sickly, blood running over his lips. He was up in seconds, colliding into Ichigo's exposed back. The impact slammed him into the floor. Aizen took a elbow to the gut, but ignored the pain as they wrestled for control. He forced Ichigo over, fighting off more punches and kicks. He backhanded the young man, but it did little to weaken his fight. It only seduced him to fight back harder. Ichigo had indeed grown stronger. Aizen was pleased with his ferocity. Neither of them had called upon their zanpakuto. This fight was too animal; one coiled too deep in anger and lust that the cold steel of a blade would not have the satisfaction of flesh on flesh attacks.

"Did you think that breaking the sphere would end it?" he said, panting hard.

"Worth a try!" Ichigo spat and brought his knee up into Aizen's stomach.

"I can make another easily." Aizen groaned when he kneed him again, wrestling to get his leg blocked from another blow. "You'd only be wasting your time."

"We'll see," Ichigo said and pulled his leg under, slamming his foot into Aizen's chest to knock him away.

Aizen didn't go far as they both stood to face each other again. Ichigo watched him, looking out of the corner of his eye at the sphere that sat shining on it's pedestal. Aizen raised a hand and motioned to it, inviting Ichigo to have another go at it. There was no use, probably as Aizen said, but he couldn't deny that it would make him feel better to smash the thing to pieces. It was as good a time as any to test his speed once more. He used his shunpo, the exhilarating feeling washing through his body as he reached for the sphere, but then Aizen was there before him, blocking his target. Still too slow, dammit. He got a fist to his jaw for his effort. He spun and kicked Aizen in the chest, but his foot was caught and he was being thrown up in the air. He landed hard on his back and rolled to get up as Aizen came forward for more.

Ichigo knew he could fight harder than this, both of them could, but they were both holding back. Ichigo punched, landing a blow. More blood spilled from Aizen's lip. Ichigo stilled, eyes focusing on the crimson drops that ran down Aizen's chin. He could taste his own blood on his lips and his tongue slid out to run over them. The copper taste was a familiar one. It was a fact that blood was part of battle, even the simplest ones. His eyes focused on Aizen's blood stained lips, and they curved up slightly. Ichigo growled and slammed into him. Both their bodies were hard with tension and arms wrapped around tight, nails digging painfully into flesh as their lips met in a rough kiss.

Their tongues clashed, fighting for dominance. Their struggle was equal as they gripped, yanked and tore at each others clothes. Ichigo broke the kiss, running his tongue over the blood that graced Aizen's chin, continuing down along the side of his neck to his now bare shoulder. He bit down to the sound of a pleased groan, then his head was being pulled back hard, Aizen's fingers tangled tight in his hair. Ichigo gasped and curled a leg around behind Aizen's knee, pulling up and using his upper body to push. They fell to the floor, writhing against each other as hands possessively caressed and nails scratched into heated skin.

Aizen yanked down on Ichigo's pants, wrestling all the while to stay on top of him. Ichigo stopped fighting, waiting for his lover to relax his movements before he shifted fast, turning his body and ripping open his pants to pull him free. Aizen was incredibly hard in his hand. Thick and throbbing with arousal, the tip wet with pre-cum. Ichigo forced their bodies to roll until they were on their sides. His own pants were being tugged down, but he didn't want to fight it anymore. His cock was begging for freedom, and Aizen provided, stroking the shaft as soon as his hard flesh hit the air.

"You're as turned on as I am by this," Aizen said. "Good." He stroked, finger tracing a vein.

"Don't talk," Ichigo growled, leaning in, sliding his tongue from the base to the salty tip of Aizen's length. "You do too much of it." His tongue twirled around the head.

"Alright." His fingers tightened as his strokes teased and played. "I'll just say this. Make me cum first, and I'll give you an acceptable compromise, lover."

Ichigo's eyes narrowed. "Does that include your intent to kill Grimmjow as well?"

Aizen was silent a moment before he chuckled low. "Very well. I'll include his life in the bet. Now, lets see who can win." His mouth latched around Ichigo's cock head.

"Fuck," Ichigo hissed, then slid his mouth over his lover's member.

Oral pleasure was something Ichigo had become accustomed to doing over his years here, and in his own opinion, he was pretty damn good at it. He tried to ignore the mouth working over him and concentrated on Aizen. He relaxed his throat as he had taught himself to do and lowered his mouth over the thick shaft, swishing his tongue back and forth as he went. He knew Aizen's weaknesses when it came to this and used it to his advantage. He moved his mouth back up and sucked hard on the head, using his hand to cup his balls to massage. Ichigo slammed his mouth back down over his shaft to the base and up again. He felt and heard Aizen groan around him. It was an encouraging sound, but Aizen picked up his own pace, hands cupping Ichigo's ass rough to force him to thrust into his mouth.

Ichigo squirmed when he felt Aizen inching a finger toward his opening. He couldn't let him get to that first. Ichigo quickly wet his finger, sliding it against the cock filling his mouth to wet it. Before Aizen could even push into him, Ichigo pushed hard against his opening and felt his finger hugged into tight warmth. There was no time for teasing or playing games here. He roughly added another finger as he felt Aizen enter him, and by this point they were both groaning in pleasure. Panting hard, and trying to block the sensations, Ichigo searched and found Aizen's prostate. He didn't waste time, dancing his fingertips over the ball vigorously. He lowered his mouth, swallowing his cock into his throat. He could taste his salty essence there. So close.

Ichigo's jaws began to ache, but it was nothing to him; this mild discomfort. His own cock throbbed, but he couldn't help but thrust. It felt too good not to at this point, so he went with it, working harder on Aizen to push him over first. His fingers worked rapidly, toying his prostate, desperate when his own pleasure began to swell. He growled, determined to win. He pushed and rolled on top of Aizen's body, forcing his legs apart more, slamming his fingers harder and deeper. He felt Aizen try to twist to roll their bodies again, but Ichigo put the pressure on, pinning him with force. It wasn't easy, holding this powerful man down, but he had to win this. If only to save Grimmjow. He swallowed hard over his cock, throat muscles working as he took him in. Ichigo was close to the brink, but with one more hard push against Aizen's sweet spot, it was over. Aizen yelled around him and he felt the hot, thick gush of his climax hit the back of his throat. He took in his essence as much as he could, pulling back for air. Only then did he have a orgasm, the ecstasy of it a topping to his victory.

Ichigo shuddered, panting heavy as he rolled off of Aizen and plopped on his back beside him. His lover was unusually quiet except for his own hectic breath. As they lay there in silence, Ichigo began to feel the aches as the adrenaline cooled down. He savored it. And why not? He had won this battle, small as it had been. He supposed Aizen was angry for losing, but a deal was a deal. He turned his head to look at him. His expression was calm, but Ichigo could see he was thinking hard. Maybe he was regretting their wager, but it was too late for regrets. Ichigo leaned up on his elbow and rolled towards him to look down at his handsome face.

"I win," Ichigo muttered, looking in his eyes.

Aizen's eyes went cool for a moment, but then he smiled. "Yes, you did. I will let Grimmjow live." His hand reached up to touch Ichigo's cheek. "You see how much I love you?"

"Yes," Ichigo whispered and leaned in, kissing him soft. He could taste himself on Aizen's tongue, and it was as bittersweet as his emotions.

Aizen broke the lingering kiss. "Now, let me tell you about my compromise."
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